I Told You So!

Encarnacion just whiffed on a fourteen bouncer, to allow two runs.  Fucking unbelievable.  He better be wearing a cup because he's going to hurt himself.
By the way, this is just what Ricky Romero needs: having Jamie Moyer coach him on the finer points of nibbling around the plate.  Fucking great.  He never throws it over the plate as it is.  With Moyer's mentoring, he'll walk twelve guys a night and throw 150 pitches in four innings. Maybe he'll get hurt.

Oppps!

Sorry about the spelling of Encarnacion.  Didn't really check.  He still can't field, no matter how I spell his fucking name.

Little Bits of Brilliance...

A few things have been grinding my gears lately.  I spend a lot of time on Highway 16, driving to Vegreville and I have observed one interesting thing: evidently there is no speed limit in Saskatchewan.    What we have here is a total disregard for the law.  I drive a little over the speed limit on the Highway (117 KPH, usually), and I am amazed by the number to cars from Saskatchewan that literally go flying past me.  It is unbelievable.  I NEVER pass anyone from Sask., NEVER.  Perhaps they love their province so much that they can not wait to get back (good fucking riddance, I say!).  

Again, I tell you that the police should put radar cameras on every road.  They would make enough money to fund everything that the government needs.  There is no law in existence that is broken more than speeding.  Cameras would go a long way to slowing people down.  The only way to stop people from speeding is to hit them in the wallet.  The more money they get fined, the greater the chance of them deciding to slow down.  Money talks!  The only ones who oppose this are speeders... duh!

The terrible service that we all receive from businesses is mind-boggling.  I had two recent 'situations' that confirm that NO ONE provides good service.  I needed my eaves cleaned and I called a company to do it.  After they came and assessed the job, I got a call from they office to set up an appointment.  The lady told me that they would like to come on Monday the 18th.  I told her that was great, and I would be home.  She said I didn't have to be there... blah, blah, blah.  I remember specifically the conversation and wrote down the appointment on my iCal.  I waited around on Monday and by late afternoon they had not come.  MDW decided to call and see what was up.  The lady tells MDW that she told me Thursday and that is when they will be there.  BULLSHIT.  She said Monday.  Ok, so Thursday it is.  I go to the farm on Tuesday and when I get home, there is a note in my mailbox that they cleaned my eaves.  It is Tuesday, not Thursday.  WTF? They said Monday, claimed it was Thursday and came Tuesday.  Didn't they learn about days of the week in grade one? Retards!

It is great that you can buy things on line, eliminating stores from the process.  However, we now have to deal with delivery companies.  I was getting a delivery from Costco and the lady called to tell me that they would come Thursday.  I was unavailable and told them.  Friday?  Going out of town.  Monday, she asked and I said sure that is great.  She says ok, but we will have to charge you for storage.  Huh? $25 per day.  I went 'ka-mencky' (MDW's made up word for crazy).  After some back and forth, in which she said I didn't listen to what she had said (bullshit), she changed her mind and said Monday was fine without charging me.  Why did she tell me that if we waited for Monday, she would have to charge me and now it was ok?  Back-peddling Bee-atch.

By the way, on Sunday some retard came to my door and after ringing the door bell, opened my door and knocked...

Soccer has been riveting.  Goals galore.  Nothing like penalty kicks to decide an important game.  I am falling behind in my stupid soccer fact, and I don't really care that much about soccer so...

LBJ won a championship. Good for him.  I can hardly write that without throwing up a little in my mouth.  LBJ was great.  He has always been great.  There has never been a basketball player with his combination of freakish athletic abilities and skills.  I have never said he wasn't a great, great player.  But winning the way he has won taints any championships that he gets.  He had to gather together an all-star team to win.  He couldn't do it himself, or at least he didn't have the stick-to-it-ness to try.  He did the summer basketball thing and make an all star team that beats everyone because of talent, not hard work and team work.  To me basketball is about making a team from the players that you have, that team playing, practicing, losing/winning together.  That is what makes winning so special.  Just getting all the best players together on one team is like shooting fish in a barrel.  What accomplishment is that?  LBJ can win five championships and they will all be tainted.  If he won one championship in Cleveland, that would have been the sign of greatness.  If he wasn't such a choking dog, they would have won last year, and they should in a few in the years to come.  Of course if OKC would get rid of Perkins and Westbrook, they could win a few also. 

 I could not bring myself to watch Miami win.  I didn't watch the final.  I didn't care.  I knew LBJ was going to win.  The look on his face in game six against Boston told me all I needed to know.  He was determined.  He was focused. I had never seen him look that focused.   He wasn't trying to make everyone happy.  He wanted to fucking win and when you are as good as he is, it was inevitable that Miami was going to win.  He is unstoppable.  

Blue Jays drive me crazy.  There pitching is brutal.  If you are a starter or a reliever, you must be terrified these days.  If was a starter, I would decline going to the mound.  Four starters have gone down the past two weeks with major injuries.  Every time a starter goes to the mound they seem to get hurt.  I wouldn't go.

The relievers suck.  They suck horribly.  They should be afraid that they will get knocked silly every time they go out on the mound.  The relievers has a unique pitching style: it's called chuck and duck.  It is amazing that no one has gotten killed by line drives that the relievers throw.  Blue Jays have no chance improving with the relievers they have.  Out with the old, in with the new.  

The second base man Johnson sucks big time.  He can not catch a ground ball to save his soul and he strikes out an unbelievable amount.  It is tough on the lousy pitchers when they finally get a ground ball hit and it invariably ends up E-4.  Between Johnson and Encarnation, the entire right side of the infield is a error waiting to happen.  Luckily Encarnation can hit home runs because he is fucking time bomb when trying to catch anything.  In the dictionary, there is picture of him under the definition of Designated Hitter.  

Isn't baseball great?  I think what they need is few more unwritten rules, don't you?

Ohhh, Portugal and Spain later today.  I just can't wait...

Father's Day

Father's Day traditionally ends the U.S. Open golf championship. The annual attempt by the USGA to humble the professional golfers. I fucking hate this tournament. Why would I want to watch the best play like all the other hackers of the world? As I have said many times: if I want to watch bad golf, I will go watch the weekend warriors at Broadmoor. I watch sports for excellence,not mediocrity. I love that the USGA sets up the golf coarse to play about twenty thousand yards long, and to make it a little tougher,they make all landing areas about a foot and half wide. Nice. That is not too hard, is it? Then they shave the greens to the length of concrete, which makes putting next to impossible. Now what really pisses me off is why I continue to look for Tiger's score each day. I do not understand this. I will admit that I was Tiger fan throughout his reign as king. His abilities and domination of golf was unlike anything that sport had ever seen. To say he was the greatest ever is without question. He won literally at will in a sport that is tighter than the Olympic fairways. Scoring averages between the top fifty players had traditionally been .5 of a shot from one to fifty. Players were basically even. During Tiger's reign his scoring average would be two or three shots better than anyone else. That is fucking unbelieveable. Many statistical reports showed that his dominance had only been seen in sport before by Babe Ruth, Wayne Gretzky and Wilt Chamberlain. Then came the big fall, and since ... Tiger has been anything but Tiger. We have learned a great deal about the person Tiger is. He has broken down physically, with sever knee injuries. He has changed his swing to improve, which I have never understood. Hank Haney explained why Tiger changed his swing in his book, and it all made sense but my question will always be: what was the problem with his swing when he was winning 75% of the tournaments he entered and at least one major per year? I think he was just bored and changed just to motivate himself. The person that Tiger is, is not pretty. His self-centered-ness is unbareable. He basically shuts everyone else in the world out and those he does let in are mere surfs in his kingdom. He is not a nice person. He is not likeable. How can anyone like someone that only thinks of himself? After reading two or three books about Tiger, it is really hard to root for him and hope that he wins... But I still do. I don't fucking understand it. I'm not a front runner, cheering for the traditionally strong teams: the Yankees, Celtics, the Cowboys, UNC (ok, I love the Tar Heels but that has been thirty-four year torture that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy). But I can't stop watching Tiger. Why, why I ask you? I despise his arrogance, the way he treats everyone, his controlling of the game of golf, his womanizing ways, his supiority complex. There is nothing to cheer for anymore. His golf game sucks. He continues to tell everyone that he is really close, but he isn't. There is nothing there to watch, but I do. It' like a fucking addiction. I know it's wrong but... Someone help me, please Stupid soccer fact of the day: substitutions. WTF? Guy can't go off for a blow? Guy subs off... he's done for the day. Is it any wonder soccer players walk around three quarters of the game? They are scared if the run too much, they will get yanked. Maybe there would be the occasional goal if the players were a little more rested... I'm just sayin! Construction season. Isn't this fun? Reason I want to strangle Sherwood Park people. Last week I went to Safeways at seven fifteen A.M.to get some lunch items for the farm. There was no cars in the parking lot. As I came around the corner, there was an Escalade parked in the Fire Zone, right by the door. I parked in the first parking stall and before I got out, some cow comes out of door carrying...what else but a cup of Starbucks coffee. When I came out, I counted the steps from where this special person was parked and my spot: sixteen steps. Forty-eight feet. FUCK! This cow couldn't walk fifty feet. Fucking pathetic. We scream about getting the world to work together for world peace, or being green and we can't get yuppie cows to walk fifty fucking feet for a double Mocha Pocha Tocha. Selfishness, inconsideration, stupidity, laziness, entitlement, or just plain assholeness. You chose the word to describe someone who will not walk fifty fucking feet to pay $6.00 for a cup of coffee. There's something wrong in the world today We don't know what it is Something wrong with our eyes We're seeing things in a different way And God knows it ain't His It sure ain't no surprise. We're living on the edge... Aerosmith

Fucking Rondo (having taken over from Fucking Turkoglu)

Is Rondo not the most arrogant little prick you ever saw?  I blame him entirely for the Celtics losing.  Isn't it interesting that there is any team on earth that I would want to lose more than the Celtics?  But I have found one in the Heat.  And that fucking weasel Rondo pissed it away yesterday.  I have gone on and on about Rondo being overrated.  He runs around after the ball like a junior high player and when he steals the ball, the announcers talk about his great defensive skills.  BULLSHIT.  He couldn't guard a fucking fence post.
Let's talk about his wonderful shooting.  Again he's like junior high student who need to line up his shot, take aim, bring his elbow in and finally release the ball.  It takes about a week and a half for him to get his shot off.  And even then, it has almost no chance of going in.   The Heat never even though about guarding him.  Just don't let him drive.  He confused the world by making all those jump shots in game 2 or 3, but that was a aberration.  In yesterday's game he wouldn't/couldn't shoot when unguarded.  How does a team win when you only have four guys playing offense?  He is a detriment to them offensively.  And he dominates the ball, dribbling, dribbling, dribbling.  Then they have to rush and get off a shot at the end of the clock.
He can't be trusted in a close game at the end because he does not shoot free throws well, again making him a detriment to the team. On top of all of this he is like a show off with the ball.  He would prefer to make a ridiculous fancy pass instead of a simple pass, every time.  Yesterday he throw the ball away several times on passes that bordered on the retarded.  He is such a 'look at me' player that winning seems like the last thing on his mind.  "Look at me everyone, I can throw a bounce pass behind my back and through someones legs". He is unbelievably selfish, wanting to be the center of attention on every play.  Many of his passes have less chance of getting caught than Tebow's passes.  On top of that he has no fundamental skills.  Have you ever seen him use his left hand on a layup?  His footwork is horrible and he  needs to water his left hand to keep it alive.
 Let's recap his skills so far: doesn't guard anyone, can't piss in the ocean, dribbles too much, makes ridiculous and ill-advised  passes, terrible fundamentals, and can't make free throws in the clutch.  Hmmmm?
He does some things very well.  He is an amazing rebounder for a point guard.  He is a very good passer, some of the time  (you throw enough shit at the wall, some of it will stick).  He is as quick as lightening.  I'm sure he's rich.  I got nothing else.
Now what really pisses me off about Rondo is his arrogance.  He struts around like he is a fucking super-duper star.  He will never acknowledge that one of his ridiculous passes just may have been his mistake.  He just sticks that fucking jaw out like to say "not my fault".  He walks like he is Michael fucking Jordan, when he plays like Michael fucking Jackson.  Confidence is one thing, but arrogance is another.  He cost the Celtics that game yesterday before the fourth quarter.  He missed easy lay-ups, than attempted impossible passes, he threw the ball away, he missed wide open jumpers and he continued to dribble, dribble, dribble. If he was a team player and really wanted to win instead of being the star attraction, the Celtics would have beaten the Heat yesterday, because Miami was certainly there for the taking.  In the first three quarters.  The Celtics could have been ahead by 12-18 going into the final quarter and  they could have watched as the Miami Heat-les implode.  But no, fucking Rondo had to try to put on show and fail miserably, causing the game to be close and eventually the Heat pulling away.
Fucking Rondo.  Beside; he from fucking Kentucky.  Enough said!

Stupid Soccer Thing:
Describing a goal had goes in off their own teammate as a 'self-goal' is fucking stupid.  Self goal, what a dumb-assed soccer thing to say.

Wayne- eutheus

Prometheus (Greek: Προμηθεύς) is a Titan, culture hero, and trickster figure who in Greek mythology is credited with the creation of man from clay and the theft of fire for human use, an act that enabled progress and civilization. He is known for his intelligence, and as a champion of mankind.^[1]

The punishment of Prometheus as a consequence of the theft is a major theme of his mythology, and is a popular subject of both ancient and modern art. Zeus, king of the Olympian gods, sentenced the Titan to eternal torment for his transgression. The immortal Prometheus was bound to a rock, where each day an eagle, the emblem of Zeus, was sent to feed on his liver, only to have it grow back to be eaten again the next day.

   I feel somewhat violated, or at least ripped off.  The movie Prometheus has hit the big screen and I can't help but feel they are stolen my idea.  I think my movie about Prometheus would have been a classic. I haven't seen the new movie but I have seen the trailers for  it and it looks like some sci-fi drivel.  My version would be slightly different.  Here is how the movie of Prometheus should have gone:

   A few years ago, the boy and I were traveling in the car.  I know it was quite a few years ago because he was still indulging me by listening and sharing his opinion.  Me, in my usual calm, reasonable, unbiased way, began telling him about how the referees were killing me.  He asked why and I, again, with tremendous calm, told him that each night I go to my games with such good intentions.  I would go with my usual patience, understanding, and most important, positiveness, in the belief that the good fellows (or gals, for that matter), would do a knock up job officiating the game.  And despite my unwavering belief in the goodness and honesty of the hard working officials, in the end, I would get royally fucked.   I would happen over and over again. 

The boy, ever the scholar, retorted with, "Hey that sounds like Prometheus."  Me of course, also scholastically inclined said "Huh?"  The boy said that he knows a Greek legend that was very similar to my story.  I bade the boy to go on.  

He began the story of Prometheus, and with his interest in Indo-European languages, if I remember correctly, he spoke in Ancient Greek.  I cut him short with "Hey Einstein, English.  Remember the car rules about using words I don't know?" (This unfortunately was the reason that the amount of talks we had in the car was next to zero!)  So the boy told me the story of how Prometheus had told the secret of fire to humans and Zeus was so angry that he tied Prometheus to a rock and each day a giant eagle would come and tear out his liver, only to have it regrow over night and happen again the next day.  

EUREKA I cried.  That is me.  Each day I go to my game, filled with positive energy, only to have my liver ripped out.  The referees are the eagle and I am bound to my chair, forever tortured by the eagles in grey. (The irony of eagles have such great eyesight and the officials obviously not having similar skills is humorous contradiction, isn't it?)   And why?  

Like Prometheus, I have been victimized unfairly.  Prometheus had a slight slip of the tongue, telling humans something that, perhaps, he shouldn't have.  I too have had the occasional slip of the tongue, saying somethings to officials that, perhaps, I shouldn't have said.  But does the punishment fit the crime?  Hey, humans would have figured out fire sooner than later, right?  Poor Prometheus only sped up the process.  My advice to officials is usually 100% correct, if they would just shut up and listen.  The similarities between Prometheus and I are eery. 

Now they have stolen my idea for a Prometheus movie.   They have created sic-fi thriller with cool creatures, space crafts and other bullshit.  Wouldn't you all rather see a movie about poor me, being tortured over and over again by some overweight, partially blind, idiots?  

NBA Officials...?

I have to apologise. I said last week that the NBA officials were horrible. I was really, really wrong. They are way, way, way, way worse than that. They are a fucking joke. A joke. Tweedle Dumb, Tweedle Dumber, and Tweedle Dumbest. The three blind mice. See No Evil, See No Evil and See No Evil. What the fuck are they watching? They get nothing correct. At one point tonight the three idiots missed a kick ball in the open court. All three of them missed it. How is that possible? Oh, let's go cover our asses and check the replay. We want to get it right. Ya get it fucking right the first time you retards. My only solution to this is shirts and skins, call your own. At least then you know that you are going to get fucked, but you can reciprocate. The way it is now with these idiots, you know your going to get screwed but you have no chance of equaling things out. Maybe we will be lucky and 'Crocodile Arms' Crawford will ref every game in the finals. No wonder Tim Duncan wanted to fight him a couple of years ago. Wouldn't that have been a funny. Duncan reaching out with his long arms,holding Crawford's forehead, whilst Joey flailed away with those freakishly short arms. Duncan could have finished him off with a Three Stooges' bonk on the top of his head. Great pay-for-view. Ohhhh, Mr. Mean Garnett just got a T. Great call idiot #1.

LBJ - Boo, Hoo, Hoo!

When the 'big three' made their splashy pronouncement, I was luckily in Macedonia.  It was World Cup semi-finals and the Macedonians couldn't have given a flying fuck about LBJ and the other superstars ganging up.  LBJ said that it would be not one, or two but seven championships.  What he must have meant that they would lose, not once, not twice but perhaps seven times.  

How is it possible for the Heat to lose?  As much as a loath LBJ, he is a tremendous basketball player.  He is certainly a HOF player but will he ever win?  It seems almost impossible that he hasn't won yet.  Wade is a great, great player and to stop two players of that caliber is a coach's nightmare.  

Yet, the Heat are on the verge of losing again.  Will they use Bosh's injury as their excuse for not winning?  I rarely watch the Heat, as I refuse to spend time watching an all-star team.  I have zero respect for them.  

They are perfect example of the young players of this generation.  They want to be considered great and equal to the all-time great...without having accomplished anything.  They are the world's most talented wannabes.  The young generation watch the superficial stars of today, who would rather look cool than be good, and they think that that is way basketball is played.  They actually think that the fucking morons running around trying to dunk everything, or just dribble around and shoot a three makes them the greatest players in history.  They are so fucking naive that it is laughable.

  Today's players are all all about looks and building their brands.  That is the Heat.  They live in Miami.  They live the South Beach lifestyle.  The music plays, the girls dance, they dunk or shoot threes.  What the fuck kind of basketball players are they?  Do you really think that when things get tough, as they always do come playoff time, these prima donnas are not going to get dirty and do the things that it takes to win championships?  Defending, rebounding, scuffing around for loose balls, screening, getting your nose dirty and being willing to pay the price is the recipe for winning.  The Heat don't have a lot of those characteristic.  They would rather just be cool.  

I know I am an old fart but the players today, despite being so much more incredibly talented both physically and skill wise, have not one fucking clue about how to play basketball.  Basketball is a team game.  Five guys playing together.  Now it is just stand around until the clock is down to two and huck up a fucking brick, and if it goes in, will lead to dancing and gyrating in the isles. Throw in some fucking retard blocking shots into the stands and every idiot will scream about how these are the best players ever.  Are you fucking kidding me?  

Oh oh, I am going off on a rant.  I need to focus on the Heat and the possibility that they are going to lose.  Lose to the the fucking Celtics, led by pretend tough guy KG.  Ohhhhhh, see how mean he can look.  The fucking Celtics are on average of about forty fucking years old, and they can still beat the Heat.  That is lame.  Rondo is beating them.  Rondo, who plays zero defense.  ZERO.  He just runs around trying to steal the ball.  He must have played at Jean Vanier, with Nestransky.  Just running around and beating people because he's a better athlete than others.  Hey, Dumb-asses, that does not make him a great player.  Here's a little hint Rondo, work on the jumper.  If you want to be good, you have to be able to piss in the ocean.

My last rant will be about Perkins.  He is fucking useless.  A complete waste of skin.  If his head wasn't tiny like a grape, he would get hit in the face on a regular basis because he can not fucking catch anything.  He has the worst hands in the world.  It looks like his hands are flat boards and he tries to catch the ball by squashing the ball between them.  I am all for players playing intensely but he is a fucking knob.  Lighten up Francis.  I am sure that he stands at the foul lane and says " you touch my ball... I'll kill ya."  "You block my shot... I'll kill ya."  Rebounding requires that you can catch the ball.  That is why Perkins gets no boards.  He just chases the ball around like a fucking dog chasing a bone.  He is pathetic.    I am not sure I have seen him score this entire playoffs.  The fact that OKC can win with Perkins, tells you how great Kevin Durant is.  He is surprisingly strong, having to carry Perkins, Ebaka, and that fucking maniac Westbrook to the championship.  He looks quite slim but he must be like Grover, who used to say "I may be small, but I'm wiry."  

Stupid Soccer Fact:  The Beautiful Game...Huh?  What the fuck is beautiful about soccer?  The no goals? The hooligans killing people?  The flopping?  The life-threatening injuries when someone looks at someone else?  Soccer fans tell me "You don't understand soccer."  Really?  Let me see... you try to kick the ball into a net without using your hands.  Ahhh, that's about it.  What am I missing?  Strategy?  Are you fucking kidding me?  What... no other sport has any strategy?  Give me fucking break.  There is more strategy in five minute of football than five years of soccer.  Strategy my ass.

The beautiful game... ya right.